You know what, every time I think of home, I feel like running away.
I've been keeping quiet all these while and now, I can't anymore.
I'm tired. I'm fucking sick and tired of having to clean after everyone else.
I fucking hate sharing my room with my brother.
It's just too crowded. OVER CROWDED. I NEED order.
Every fucking day I'm breathing in cigarettes' smoke.
Don't you people know it's suffocating me?!
ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF THAT YOU CAN'T HEAR ME COUGHING MY LUNGS OUT?!
I think I would have gotten lung cancer by now. With you people smoking, that makes me a passive smoker.
Do you have any fucking idea how fucking harmful it is to me?!
Argh, I hate smokers. I FUCKING HATE SMOKERS.
I don't fucking care whoever I'm offending right now.
I want to run away.
I need to find solitude.
